Now, standing by the exit of Terminal A at Newark Liberty International Airport he looked out at the crazy over-sized cars and the comings and goings and realised that the movies and television really did not lie; America really does look that way.
A small group of fellow travellers were swapping airline war stories;
“And then they told me the delay was due to poor weather conditions! Do you see any goddamn bad weather?”
“Oh I know. The last time I flew [deleted] they lost my bags. I was travelling for work and I could not change my clothes for thirty-six hours! I mean that’s not service, right?”
He smiled. It was good to be on holiday, to not have a care in the world. So his connecting flight was delayed; it did not really matter.
He wandered back into the terminal, into the bar and sat down.
“Sam Adams, please.”
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